On the wall in this house is a frame, picture thing, art thing that says:  Faith is not believing that God can, but believing that God will.

And I do believe that He can AND that He will.

I was on a long drive today and thinking about how I don’t really have control of the situation.  That only God has control, only He can deliver me, only He can make things right, only He can control the situation, only He can turn things around, only He can rescue me, and only He can do it even perfectly.  I realize that by my losing of hope (which does happen), it is me limiting God.  It’s me forgetting, denying, unbelieving that God has so much power, that He can play things out in ways I cannot even imagine.  In my little head, I have an idea of how I want things to play out, of when I want them to play out, and of why I want them to play out.

Somebody sent me an email the other day about being expectant.  Expect God to show up.  Expect Him to fix this.

So I pour out my burdens, I pour out my desires, and I wait for Him to show up.

And what am I’m looking for?  I’m waiting for Him to show up this week.  He is going to show up this week.